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A Flight of Fancy Taken Unaccompanied

He's Growing Up!

I had Connor to the vet's today, and he weighed in at 115 pounds. He's 10 months old, and everything's moving along according to schedule. Funnily enough, he's apparently entered puberty, because he's also developed canine acne. He's the first dog I've ever had to deal with that. Right now he's sleeping soundly, because all the excitement just exhausted him.

He still doesn't recognize his ever-increasing size, although he's getting better about lifting his weight off his paws after he steps on me. Last night he as was sitting in front of me and I leaned down to kiss the top of his head, he flung his head up and connected with my face. Although my front tooth no longer hurts so much and I no longer believe he knocked it loose, my lower lip was split open and it still looks as though I were in a brawl. I suppose it's a good thing that I didn't have any job interviews scheduled for the rest of this week.